For a freshman entering college for the first time, the adjustment from high school can often feel overwhelming. There are so many new experiences that it can be difficult to balance classes, social life and extracurricular activities. Some might argue that figuring out your future should be your priority at Dartmouth, but I would say that an equally (if not more) important task is keeping up with the lingo. No one liked having to ask their cool trip leader what getting “golden tree’d” is, and so to help our incoming ’21s maintain the illusion of not being the worst class ever, here is a quick guide to the Dartmouth slang they might encounter at Dimensions and beyond.

Being extra is a way of life. It’s your own special way of living life to the fullest, the brightest, the most present way you can. Don’t ever let the haters get you down — you can never ever be too extra, and anyone who says you’re too much just isn’t enough. Always remember: If you’re not doing the most, you’re doing the least.

With midterms coming at us full
force, the stress on campus is palpable. Everyone has resorted to sweatpants, and
the smallest things that don’t go your way may very well be the beginning of a
spiral down to a deep dark place of failure. Here are a few #relatable
Dartmouth things that probably stress you out even though they undoubtedly shouldn’t.

Planning where you want to grab your next meal can often be an ordeal, especially when you start estimating the concentration of people at certain times during the day. Add to the fact that, yes, you are actually trying to follow through with your lunch plans, and the chaotic lines can make you want to back out of your meal date and crawl into your bed with a tender bob. Luckily, DDS offers endless a few good selections, and each place has its own specialties that keep us coming back for more, whether it’s mac ‘n cheese bites, facetimey-ness or conveniently late hours. It’s easy to decide when you’re with friends, but what if your relationship is a little more ambiguous? Here’s a brief overview of your options to navigate those romantic nuances and finally get to the bottom of what a Foco lunch ~really~ means:

Pump your brakes, ladies and gents,
‘cause Elisabeth Kübler-Ross’s five stages of grief model is way out of date.
No, I don’t mean for little things like “deaths in the family” or “fascist
takeovers of society.” This new step-by-step guide is for real issues. Issues that hurt us all. You know of what I speak — it
hangs like a pall of darkness above the campus. It hurts all, consumes all,
destroys all. Of course, I am referring to the decision of Dartmouth Dining
Services to do away with the free and independent napkin dispensers at each
table in its establishments and replace them with centralized, collectivized
napkin dispensers.